dissonates: <user name=fontech> (uh are you talking to me?)
[This week Asch had debated whether or not to deal with the ridiculousness of what happened at the hotel, but in the end went with his usual method of ignoring things until they died (or at least left him alone). Thus, he won't be speaking to anyone he tried to wed last weekend for as long as humanly possible. (Unless they bully him. Or they are Luke. Because he can't escape Luke.)

He's also slacked off a lot in his responsibilities at the bar this week, in part due to excessive sharing with a certain vampire slayer (more than he's used to, anyway) but mostly because he's had very good reason to hang around at the bakery instead. Reason being a particularly long-haired young lady.

And said young lady is the purpose of his journal usage today.]


[Locked from Rapunzel | Voice]

Hey, I've got a question for Rapunzel's friends. Her birthday is coming up, and she's had lanterns in the sky every year on that day. It's easy to tell that she's upset about it not happening here, too.

Is this something we can change? Does anyone know how to make paper lanterns? I've never done it before, but I can't just let it go like this. We'd need a lot of them.

[He just wants to make her smile, okay.

And he'll continue to be a bit of a sap when it comes to Rapunzel until the whole experiment inevitably wears off by the end of the day, which is good because by then people are probably going to be very very sick of him. |D]
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" comm="mangotarthouse"> (when the heart is cold there's no hope)
[Asch will be leaving a single message on the journal network on the evening of the first day, his voice flat:]

[Voice]

I know that the village is being its usual mad self this week, but Guy Cecil's gone back to his world. With the recent departures, Good Spirits is shorthanded.

[....oh, right.]

Also, considering the bar is in the area where alcohol is apparently prohibited, thieves have been after the stores. Most of the remaining supply's been hidden, but I could use help guarding it.

As far as I know, the journal network has always been for our eyes only, so if you want any for yourself and the staff doesn't recognize you, try to come up with something only one of us would know.

[After that, he won't be doing much exploration. Asch is having none of this silly experiment business; he woke up wearing this, and since his closet seems to be full of clothes either like it or much worse, he just rolls with it. He's been around the block before. He'll be staying in the bar pretty much 24/7 (besides food runs and emergencies) to make sure the collection doesn't get completely depleted; he may be a recently returned staff member himself, now, but the bar was important to Guy, so he can at least protect it for a while. Alcoholic drinks will be served through the back door to villagers only, so if you want some booze, better figure out a way to act convincing.]

[Action]

Feb. 18th, 2012 03:21 pm
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="melfes"> (was that even english.)
[Missions suck as much as, if not moreso than, the drafts. Asch has decided this. It's not just that he'd been sent on an uncomfortably-outnumbered solo mission, it's not just that his health problems had reared their ugly heads in the middle of it and nearly gotten him killed, it's not just he'd had to rely on luck and skill to keep him alive with zero ability to heal himself despite being a Seventh Fonist.

No, at this point, mostly? It's the fact that once it's all over, and the Malnosso saw fit to send him back to the village, he finds himself floundering underwater.

Bastards, is his second thought, since his first is a string of expletives that would do a sailor proud. Thankfully he's only a couple of feet or so from where his feet can touch solid ground, so within a minute he's slogging towards the shore, soaking wet and pulling seaweed from his hair. Damn. Bastards.

Not that the shore is much better. There's apparently something going on - the usual love experiment, no doubt - and he's managed to get dumped right in the middle of it. They probably did that on purpose. He can't do anything while soaked as he is, though, so his first order of business is to get changed. There isn't much selection, but within a few minutes he's got his uniform hung out to dry and is wearing a suit and a long, dark blue bathrobe. It's humiliating, but it's better than freezing to death back in the village.

Since he has to wait for his clothes and hair to dry in the sun, Asch will be hanging around the beach area, available for chatting, fruity goodness, and whatnot. Come and bother the cranky one! (He is unaffected by the normal love stuff, btw.)]

[Action]

Apr. 25th, 2011 11:17 pm
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (grieving)
[There isn't a lot that makes Asch wake so suddenly in the middle of the night, feeling sweaty and shaken. He's been having some difficulty sleeping the last couple of nights, but this is the first time it's actually woken him up. It's disturbed him enough to kill his desire to sleep, so rather than bother trying, he rolls over beneath the covers and stares at the wall for a while, mulling over the dream. Just what does it all mean? He knows he's not the only one going through all this.

What bothers him most though... is why did it feel like some of the dreams he'd had weren't even his?]
dissonates: credit... unsure? (uh-huh whatever you say)
...What the hell is wrong with the plaza?

[Seriously, what. Giant tree out of nowhere, what. Not that he doesn't have more important things to be dealing with right now. Speaking of which-

...Man. This is going to be crazy-awkward, he just knows it. But hey, it has to be done- you can only dodge someone living in your own house for so long. Thankfully he hasn't had to deal with Luke very much. And Guy has been kind of preoccupied too, actually... strange. Oh well.

Either way, he'll be seeking out said housemate, hoping to talk before he heads off for the day.]


[Locked to Stella]

Can we meet today? [Okay, maybe they've been meeting more often than usual lately, but he can't really help himself...]
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> ([echoes] .....um.)
[After getting violently ejected from his own house, Asch has set up temporary shop in Good Spirits until he figures out where to go (and whether or not to try and evict Guy and get his house back). Since Guy apparently hit his head and can't even remember working there, Asch is hoping that the bar will be the last place he'll have to worry about running into Guy again. And it's not like dealing with the shop is particularly hard; all you have to do is pour drinks and listen to people's griping, and what good is a replica if he can't do that in Asch's place? ...The listening part, anyway. Floating glasses of alcohol might give people the wrong idea.

So in short, Asch will be doing two things today: shopping and carrying groceries back to the bar to stock up, or hanging out in the bar and trying not to attempt to murder his invisible companion. Stupid drecks and their attempts at impressing him. He's not really used to being around a lot of people, so he easily forgets that he's the only one who can see Luke. Thus:]


I already told you to keep your feet on the ground. You could at least pretend to be normal.

[....]

Shut up! Stop doing that, I don't need help.

[....]

Just be quiet already!!

[...Yeah he's a little crazy in public this week.]
dissonates: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="dizzily"> (pissed off/irritated)
[There's two voices- one is obviously Asch, and the other is too muffled to hear.]

-ing out to investigate. I told Natalia to stay inside; you should do the same.

[A pause.]

...I am not sick. I already rested enough.

[Pause.]

I'm not a kid, so stop acting like my mother.

[...]

Wh- you are not "as good as she is", shut up!

[Pause.]

Goddammit, Guy.
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> ([Bodyswap] Shut the hell up.)
[Asch's turn! He's waking up from a nice nap in a very unfamiliar bed, feeling a little groggy and weird, but otherwise not particularly different. What he does notice first, however, is the fact that his head feels a bit... lighter.

Something's not right.]


....

Wh...

....

Son of a- Who the hell cut my hair!?

[So someone's apparently missed the memo about what's going on.]
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> (replica - huh?)
[There's a little boy poking at the journal and flipping through it. He's rather curious and clueless about it, trying to figure out exactly what he should be doing with it. After a moment, he picks up the pen and starts scrawling lines over it, like he's trying to write but can't quite form the words.]

....?



[ooc: Asch doesn't hate the Luke currently in Luceti anymore; he does, however, hate replicas and the fact that his own replica stole his life. Thus: he's currently baby!replica!Luke, with the memories of being Asch but no real recollection of how to use those memories. Come try to talk to the baby?]
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> (writin time)
Guy, I know you don't think it's a good idea to go into the tunnels, but I want to help. They need healers and soldiers, and we both meet the requirements. I think it would be safer for Florian to be with the others, anyway.

Luke, Tear, your thoughts? I'm heading out either way.


[And true to his word, Asch is packing up some stuff for a roadtrip to tunnel-land. Who's coming?]
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (goddammit.)
[Locked only to people Asch knows and has spoken to]

Can I... stay with someone somewhere? Just for a little while? I can't go home.

[Voice]

Jan. 5th, 2009 08:02 pm
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> (lorelei)
........

This isn't funny.



[ooc: Lorelei. :D His voice is totally all echoey and resonating. All fear the sound fonon.]
dissonates: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="dizzily"> (pissed off/irritated)
You people are all insane.

Goddammit. I was having a good time.
dissonates: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="tuneful"> (die bastard)
For those patrolling the village or otherwise on look-out: if there's anything that needs to be done, I'm available.

Replica... don't wander off or anything.
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (:))
I feel like cooking.

......Luke, meet me in the kitchen.

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